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Chapter 22: Famous Poems, Dominant in the Contemporary Era

Liu Zhenyun didn't dare to move immediately, for fear of disturbing Wei Ming's inspiration.

At this time Wei Ming asked him: "Did you bring paper?"

Liu Zhenyun was stunned: Paper? Do you have a lot of poop?

Wei Ming added: "There is still a pen, write it down quickly, it will slip away! Quick!"

"Oh!" Liu Zhenyun was very glad that he always carried a pen and a small notebook with him in order to record those fleeting moments of inspiration.

Then Wei Ming began to recite a poem. Liu Zhenyun thought it was just a short passage, but unexpectedly, while he was memorizing it, more than ten minutes passed!

His hand speed could hardly keep up with Wei Ming's speaking speed. This turned out to be a long poem!
It took several pages to finish!
Wei Ming completed the poem in one go, with almost no pause!

After finishing reading, Wei Ming brushed his non-existent sleeves and left a sentence "When you're done, remember to treat me." Then he floated away without changing a word.

What a noble and distinguished person!

Liu Zhenyun was dazzled by what he saw. He knew that this was a realm he would never be able to reach.

On the way back to the dormitory, he lowered his head and looked at the little notebook, his eyes never leaving it for a moment. Every sentence he read was shocking, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

After entering dormitory building No. 32, he accidentally bumped into Brother Qiang from the Law Department class of 77. Fortunately, he was easy-going.

The boys in the Chinese Department live on the third and fourth floors. Liu Zhenyun's dormitory is in Building 406. The biggest feature of their dormitory is that it is "rustic". Most of the students there are from rural areas. They are down-to-earth, hardworking and dedicated to learning.

Before he even entered the dormitory, he ran into his junior fellow student Luo Yihe from Class 79 Chinese, and they also met to write a poem or something.

Although Xiao Luo is from Yanjing, he has been working in the rural area of Henan with his parents since he was a child.

So he and Liu Zhenyun got along well: "Hey, Senior Brother, what are you looking at with your head down?"

"Look at the treasures!" Liu Zhenyun said with a smile, "Xiao Luo, don't you like poetry? Come in and appreciate it with me."

"Who wrote this? Old Bear?"

After entering the house, Liu Zhenyun announced: "I got a poem by Wei Ming."

Yesterday, the name "Wei Ming" became known to almost everyone in the Chinese department.

"Ah, it's not a novel. I like novels." said Lao Tian.

Xiao Yang in the dormitory said, "Don't read it yet. I'll go call Lao Xiong. He has run several times."

So Liu Zhenyun never opened the notebook, no matter how others begged him.

Soon, Xiong Guangxiong came over. Not only did he come, he also brought several senior brothers from 77 Chinese, such as Gao Xianjun, Huang Ziping, Su Mu and Liang Zuo.

Lao Xiong patted Liu Zhenyun on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Liu, you can do it. It's a poem, right?"

"Correct."

"You come and read it."

"it is good."

Liu Zhenyun cleared his throat and said solemnly: "Ideal, author Wei Ming.

Ideals are stones that strike out sparks;
The ideal is the fire, igniting the extinguished lamp;
Ideals are lights that illuminate the road at night;
Ideals are the road that leads you to the dawn."

Xiong Guangxiong nodded. It was quite interesting. This kind of neatly formatted parallel sentences were not very popular nowadays. Everyone liked poems without any rules.

However, it is actually quite a test of skill to make this kind of sentence structure that connects the beginning and the end without sounding tacky. Wei Ming obviously did it, and in a very impressive way.

This is not over yet, Liu Zhenyun continued:
“In times of hunger and cold, the ideal is to have enough food and clothing;
In an age of adequate food and clothing, the ideal is civilization.

In times of chaos, the ideal is stability.

In a stable era, the ideal is prosperity. "

Wow, another well-structured paragraph that uses the rhetorical device of parallelism. Although the words are all ordinary, they point directly to the most fundamental thoughts in people's hearts.

"Xiao Liu, let me show you a piece." Xiong Guangjiong felt itchy and took the small notebook from Liu Zhenyun.

“Ideals are like pearls, one connected to another.

It connects the past and present, and links the future, with endless bright light.

A beautiful string of pearls, the backbone of history.

The past guides the present, the present guides the future, and the ancestors guide their descendants.

Ideal is a compass, giving the ship guidance;
Ideals are ships that carry you on a long sea voyage.

But sometimes the ideal is the arc where the sea and the sky kiss each other.

It is out of reach, tormenting your enterprising spirit. "

After reading it, Xiong Guangjiong seemed to be thinking about something and asked, "Who else wants to come?"

The youngest, Luo Yihe, took the notebook.

“Ideals make you observe life with a smile;

Ideals make you stubbornly resist fate. Ideals make you forget the premature graying of hair.

Ideals can keep you innocent even when you are gray-haired. "

He had only read four sentences before someone impatiently snatched it away.

Liang Zuo, who is not tall and a little fat, recited in a serious Beijing accent: "Ideals are alarm clocks that will shatter your golden dreams;

Ideals are soap that wash away your selfishness.

Ideal is a kind of gain.
Ideals are also a kind of sacrifice. "

Someone else immediately took over the book:

"If ideals bring you honor,
That's just a byproduct of it.

But more of it brings the loneliness of being misunderstood,
Laughter in solitude, bitterness in laughter. "

The next person recited, waving his arms:

Ideals often bring misfortune to the honest;
Ideals give the unfortunate a chance to survive.

Ordinary people become great because they have ideals;
A person with ideals is a “big person”! ”

Paragraph by paragraph, section by section, the emotions continued to rise, and the whole audience was caught up in a somewhat fanatical atmosphere. Even the student who said he liked the novel recited a passage very passionately.

Dormitory 406 also attracted the attention of surrounding dormitories because of this impromptu poetry recitation relay race, and they all gathered around.

Because the poem was very long, everyone took a turn and finally it fell to Liu Zhenyun.

There is only one page left, and he is here to finish it.

“Ideals blossom, peaches and plums bear sweet fruits;

Ideally, the elms and poplars will have dense shade.

Please ride on the horse of your ideal, whip and set off from now on.
The spring scenery on the road is beautiful and the sun is shining brightly in the sky. "

People around me murmured the last words: "The spring scenery on the road is beautiful, and the sun is bright in the sky."

Then there broke out warm and long-lasting applause that seemed to blow the roof off the dormitory building.

A classmate from Class 78 asked: "Who wrote this poem? It's so good. I feel full of strength after listening to it!"

"It's magnificent and grand, a truly magnificent piece!"

"I also feel inspired and warm, and I can't wait to devote myself to the construction of the four modernizations!"

A classmate of Liu Zhenyun's dormitory said, "This was written by Wei Ming, the security guard at the South Gate, and his novel will soon be published in Harvest!"

"This person is so talented, this poem is so good, please send it over so we can copy it!"

"Yeah, I want to copy it too, I want to stick it on the wall!"

The clever Luo Yihe has now taken out paper and pen and started writing quickly.

At this time, Liu Zhenyun suppressed his anger, as he still had something to say: "Classmates, please allow me to talk about the creation process of this poem. Wei Ming is more talented than you think!

Originally, I asked him to write an article on behalf of Weiming Lake. He refused at first because he wanted to submit his novel to a magazine to earn royalties to supplement his family income. I said, then write a poem, just a short poem will do.

He said that writing poetry requires inspiration and passion, and he didn't have the subject I wanted at the moment.

I said goodbye, and guess what happened?"

When everyone was looking forward to the follow-up, he tactically drank a sip of water, and then slowly said:

"I just took seven steps, just seven steps! Not one more, not one less, when I heard Wei Ming call me and say, 'Shit, I got it, I got it!'
Then he asked me to take out a pen and paper. Fortunately, I brought them with me. He read as I took notes. It was all done in one breath without any pause. He did not change a single word, and he drifted away.

"Wow!" The whole audience was in an uproar, including Luo Yihe who was copying a poem. His jaw almost dropped to the ground.

This poem, coupled with this story, is simply unbeatable!
"Is it true?" someone raised the question. Although Cao Zhi could compose a poem in seven steps in ancient times, Cao Zhi was a strong contender for the title of the most talented person in ancient and modern times with his extraordinary talent!

Moreover, that was a five-character poem of several dozen words, and Wei Ming's poem, roughly speaking, has at least 600 words!
Such a long poem was poured out without even a draft?
This is amazing!
Facing some people's doubts, Liu Zhenyun vowed: "I dare to guarantee it with my life, every word is true!"

When everyone heard Liu Zhenyun say this, they mostly believed it.

Xiong Guangxiong stood up and said: "Although we can't do it, I believe there are geniuses in the world. Wei Ming is obviously a genius that we can't even dream of. I've decided to put this poem in the first issue of "Weiming Lake"!"

"Ah, hasn't the layout been completed?" someone said.

As the editor-in-chief of Weiming Lake, Xiong Guangjiong said earnestly: "This song "Ideal" is like a wise old man's earnest teachings to us young college students. Every word is a pearl and every sentence is true. If it can be put in the first issue of Weiming Lake, it will definitely inspire more young people, not only Peking University students, but also young people all over China. I think this is very meaningful."

Liu Zhenyun raised his hand and said, "I agree!"

Xiong Guangjiong: "Okay, then take down your novel and leave the space for Ideal."

Liu Zhenyun: “Ah?”

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(This chapter will be updated in advance, it's the end of the month, it's time to clear the tickets~ Lao Fo or2~)

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